yay for promts.
ive started on this gabe/william fic. its moving along quite nicely, i must admit. it was a promt, and im doing my best at it. sneak peak? okay.
“Bilvy, what are you doing?” you asked as I stumbled across the carpet to the door. The rubber on the soles of my shoes caught the synthetic fibers, making me trip slightly as I moved to the exit and placed my hand on the knob. It’s like my brain knew what my body was intending on doing and tried to interfere, with no such luck as to stopping me.
Your words itched in the back of my head. I tried to think of the perfect lie, one that you would believe, my mind searching for anything, something that would be simple, yet easy enough for me to say without feelings as bad as I know I would if I told the truth. “Patrick said he wanted me this morning to lay down a few tracks and fix things, I’ll be gone for the day.”
You nodded your curly-haired head, grinning goofy at me. I nearly cried at the sight. “Bye, Bilvy, I love you,” you said, your voice filled with happiness. Even your eyes showed how truly happy you were at that point in time.
I stopped, my hand sliding slightly on the silver knob, licking my lips. My mouth was suddenly so dry. “I love you too,” I said, and left the bus.
well what do you think? am i hopeless and fail at everything or is this okay?
“Bilvy, what are you doing?” you asked as I stumbled across the carpet to the door. The rubber on the soles of my shoes caught the synthetic fibers, making me trip slightly as I moved to the exit and placed my hand on the knob. It’s like my brain knew what my body was intending on doing and tried to interfere, with no such luck as to stopping me.
Your words itched in the back of my head. I tried to think of the perfect lie, one that you would believe, my mind searching for anything, something that would be simple, yet easy enough for me to say without feelings as bad as I know I would if I told the truth. “Patrick said he wanted me this morning to lay down a few tracks and fix things, I’ll be gone for the day.”
You nodded your curly-haired head, grinning goofy at me. I nearly cried at the sight. “Bye, Bilvy, I love you,” you said, your voice filled with happiness. Even your eyes showed how truly happy you were at that point in time.
I stopped, my hand sliding slightly on the silver knob, licking my lips. My mouth was suddenly so dry. “I love you too,” I said, and left the bus.
well what do you think? am i hopeless and fail at everything or is this okay?